Laying in my warm bed was heaven on earth after laying on those rough disgusting cots. After frost and i came home, I immidiately took a nice steaming hot shower, got dressed in one of jokers shirts, fresh underwear and a pair of socks and dove straight under the covers. My purple walls made me smile knowing i didnt have to see those horribly dirty and stained walls when i woke up.

I jump awake to the sound of a gun shot and grab my gun from under my pillow aiming at the first thing my eyes land on. "You know doll, if you wouldve just woke up when i tapped you we wouldnt be in this situation" joker utters in his normal manly voice and i drop my gun on the night stand sighing.

"Fuck of J, im sleeping" i groan kicking the covers off noticing how hot my room is. That was all i wanted to do, sleep being in arkham was mentally draining and physically from the times i fought and revisited the electro-shock therapy room.

"So grumpy" he jokes walking closer and leaning down on my bed hovering over me. My fist were aching to connect with his teeth, all i wanted was quiet. "we just got out, we should celebrate! I was thinking we go and rob a few banks-" he begins until i throw my pillow at him.

"No! im sleeping" i growl, i wasnt sure if the newfound aggressiveness came from being tired or was a side effect of arkham. Dreadfully turning towards him i see him glaring at me pissed i was tired and he was on an adrenaline rush. He was wearing different sweatpants then in arkham that hung lower on his hips his body still had water dropletts dripping down his milky exposed skin from his chest to his prominent v-line dissolving into his waistband and his hair was sticking up as if he ran his hands through it.

"Come on toots! the night is young, the bat is sleep-" he trys to convince with wide arms for effect but im not having it. Im beyond tired and his talking is keeping me up longer then id like, and im becomming angrier.

"Bats are nocturnal plus he knows we escaped, im pretty sure all of gotham knows by now, he just doesnt know where we are. The minute any alarm goes off which im 99.9% positive it will because so many patients got out, everywhere is on high alert batsy will be there throwing us back in arkham, and as much as i love the thrill of the chase and spending time with you j, im exhausted i wouldnt put up much of a fight and neither will you" i tell him softly watching as his determined façade is repleace with a typical joker attitude.

"That sounds like a no" he breathes defeatedly sitting on my bed and i groan annoyed because he doesnt take no for an answer. He'll do what it takes to get what he wants, Even if its pretending to be 'cured' to escape arkham. Quickly jumping up i begin my attack on him but i doubt my tired attempts for hits hurt especially by the way he's laughing. "Ok i got it doll, no need to use force, if thats what your miserable attempt can be called" he teases and i glare punching him harder becomming angrier. Where was my knife when i needed them?!

"No joker, get out im not going anywhere with you!" I spit and he grabs my wrist to end my assault looking at me confused.

"No more whining 'mistah j' in that cute little voice? I must be in trouble" he says playfully while pulling my tiny wrist in one hand but i glare. You're definately in big trouble mister!

"You were pretending to be normal, you acted like you barely knew me, you let me get angry, you let the stupid naiive blonde think she had won one over me-" i begin ranting and he laughs loudly.

"You were jealous, very very-"

"I will cut you" i threaten trying to pull my wrist away but his grip tightens and his amused smirk widens and before i know it im over his shoulder and he's walking further from the one place where i want to be the most, my damn bed. I try to squirm out if his tight grip and even punch and kick at him but he doesnt loosen his grip, just lets out a chuckle. Thinking of the only thing i could do to make him let go i sink my teeth into his back as hard as i can without drawing blood and locking my jaw tight.

He lets out a sound between a moan and growl while he just tightens his grip on my thighs. Im such an idiot, of course he's going to moan! Hes a masochist the pain of my bite did nothing to him but turn him on. I groan in defeat finally giving up. "Dont do that again" he chokes out. "Unless you plan on finishing" he adds and i punch his back again before im suddenly thrown on his bed and he shuts off the lights. I cuddle up to the pillow i always sleep with glad to be in any bed to sleep in until i feel his head on my stomach.

"Geez you really know how to treat a lady" i frown which deepens when he ignores me.

"Gosh i wish you couldve been there the whole time doll, i was on a roll!-" he begins raving on about how great he was with breaking us out until i finally yell for him to shut up. He huffs and rolls over so hes facing away from me but still laying on me, and thats how it goes for the next 15 minutes. Him huffing and puffing while fidgeting knowing its irritating me and im not getting any sleep.

"If your going to act like a child and throw your silent tantrum then im going in my room and locking you out" i finally snap sitting up halfway but he glares at me and gets off my stomach laying down properly in bed. His attitude was worse then mine! Correction everything about him was worse then mine...his attitude, stubbourness, his uncontrolable anger he was just so damn...ugh! He doesnt care about anybody but his damn self thats probably why he's by himself so much except when hes with me. Im all he has...he only has me to talk to. I frown realizing he just wanted somebody to talk to. Suppressing a tired groan i lean on him but he pushes me off.

"Go..away" he growls and i almost laugh at how childish he sounds. Like a kid who cant have his way. I begin to climb over him but he grabs my thighs keeping me sitting on him.

"Do you want me to go or stay or go?" I ask crossing my arms and he just blankly looks at me. Was he...was i getting the silent treatment..from the clown prince if crime?! I prop my elbows on his chest with my head rested on my hands. "Even though you arent in the mood i prefer this position it makes me feel in control" i say and i watch as he starts laughing at my joke and i smile, my perverted jokes seem to be the only thing that calms his bad attitudes...with me atleast. "So you going to tell me the rest of the story mistah j?" I ask biting my lip and he rolls his eyes before going back to how great he was while running his hand over my now exposed thigh.

Waking up curled into his firm defined chest, with my leg wrapped around his waist pinning him down i look up seeing his hands behind his head with closed eyes but a light smirk on his pale face. I know when joker was sleep and right now? He definately was NOT sleep. Glairing at him i watch as his smirk grows and his eyes open eyeing me.

"Why are you glairing?" He ask the stupid smirk still on his face and i feel my breathing turn to angry pants, he was enjoying this.

"I knew you missed me doll, but i didnt think youd finally give in to your sexual desires towards me" he smirks waving his hand around and i struggle to restrain myself from strangling him. Looking down to his neck i see 3 or 4 bite marks and 1 hickey making my eyes widen.

"I did not do that" i snap angrily crossing my arms but he playfully rolls his eyes.

"Oh but you did" he chides proudly. The narcissist couldnt get enough of himself.

"Why didnt you stop me?!" I yell knowing he was stronger he couldve woken me up or pushed me off. "You liked it" i smirk back raising a teasing eyebrow.

"Actually you had me pinned down and i think you have a thing for biting...you know you talk in your sleep?" He ask and im suddenly very greatful for my skintone that prevents my blushes from being seen.

"No i dont!" I yell at him but he laughs at me which was doing nothing but angering me further.

"yes you do, you have some interesting fetishes like biting and you like hands...thats actually kinda weird" he scoffs "but who am i to judge" he shruggs smirking but im a little to quick to defend.

"Its not weird! I-i like touch, the sense of feeling. I like soft teasing touches that turn rough i like gripping pulling and tugs. The distinction between soft fingers and rough damaged ones. From strokes of finger tips to warm or even cold rubs of palms. i like rubbing and-" i notice him with that stupid fucking smirk and realize i shouldve kept my mouth shut. "its not a fetish" i quickly add trying to get up but he holds me down by my thighs so im stradling his pelvis and he sits up gaze on me intensly.

While one hand is gripping and ungripping my thigh he brings the other one up to my neck. Slowly and teasingly his fingers drag up my lightly exposed chest before drawing invisible patterns up and onto my collar bonrTrailing his hand on the base of my throat and up the side i feel myself swallow when he tightens his grip yet not in a hurtful way, just to keep me in place not that i planned on moving. His fingers begin ghosting over the veins to the pulse in my kneck which he glides his thumb over and i know he feels how fast it is. Slowly sliding his hand up the side of my neck until hes caressing my face his thumb tracing over my lip before gently tugging at it and thats when i realize we're both leaning in.

"Hey the new car is in-" frost says but stops when he sees our position and i realize how bad it looks. He sends a smirk my way and shuts the door as he leaves and i slowly turn back to j feeling his eyes burning holes in me. He doesnt have that stupid smirk but a boyish grin. His hands were behind him holding him up and he has this weird look on his face, the same one as in arkham.

"I-im going to go get dressed" i stutter climbing off him and letting out a small yelp as i fall onto the floor due to my wobbly legs, i quickly jump up, walk to my room and slam my black wooden door leaning against it. Gosh why was i acting so awkward and unstable this was everything i was against especially if its caused by a man making you weak at the knees. I was confident! I was the one in control! I was the leading one! I was the dominant not the submissive! What the hell?!